We have troubles that make us go crazy,
Dilemas that torture our mind.
Mistakes that we'll never be able to replace
So in Distractions we look and try find
One second that doesn't seem so disturbing.
A moment when we dont have to feel.
For in Distractions we find, a time to unwind,
And for a second, reality isnt so real.
We grow afraid to put down the book we are reading,
To feel the scars he left hidden in your heart.
So for a while we throw ourselves, on those asleep on the shelves
And for a moment with your own you depart.
We grow addicted to the troubles in these pages.
Glad to know that for once they aren't mine.
We get carried away, but at the end of the day,
It's your story with no silver line.
Being surrounded by people seems to heal you.
Search for their voices to drown out those in your head.
But in the end you return, and in reality you burn,
At what you gave him, a regret left unsaid.
So Distractions are merely a simple survival.
Temporary. That give us a second to breathe.
We grow depenant on Distractions, and at the height of satisfaction,
They leave us, more broken and incomplete.
Then we struggle to sink in yet another.
No longer can we face the world head on.
But when they to disappear, no longer are you here
When most, if not all of you is gone,
Then there's no beat to the rythem of lifes song...
"There's no future in us" was his last...
You loose yourself to the horrors of your past.
